Another day waking up feeling horrible about myself , see I don't really have an easy life as my family aren't very caring people they are careless about their children or was it all about me? maybe because I am the only one being treated as if I were a dog on the street
I woke up and walked down the haunting hall to the bathroom which was very bright unlike usual which was very odd but nothing mattered right now, I just needed to get the sleep out of my eyes because it was in fact still 6 in the morning
More chores for the masters as I am the slave. This story is like cinderalla but she was actually skinny and had flawless skin and she ends up living happily ever after blah blah blah heard it all before good for that bitch
I walked over to the huge mirror and scrunched up my leggings to see the fresh cuts on my upper thighs and rolled down the leggings on the front to see more cuts on my lower stomach
I don't know why I cry every time I look at my scars and new cuts , I mean I did them for a reason but it always hurts to see that people actually do that to themselves and that I am part of them, I understand the need of being beautiful and skinny. Like I will never please anyone if I don't get skinny.
I heard a loud thud on the brown wooden door ''get out of their you little shit'' I heard the voice of my step father echo through the other side of the wooden piece object separating him and I
I looked at the bottom of the door and saw his shadow disappear and that was when I decided on heading out after freshening up my tired and sleepless body
I went on downstairs and was greeted by the disappointing look in my mothers eyes and the cold lonely bittersweet after
it hurts because she was once a kind women full of life she had fought for her rights but all that seems to go down the drain was when my step father showed up, he led her to the dark side were every little thing is bitter
I couldn't I couldn't stand the tension in the room so I just left so I could get on with my chores per usual
I really got into the work around the house today that I haven't even noticed that is was in the afternoon, I was almost done just a little bit more sweeping around sitting room
I went on sweeping under the couch that's when I took notice of my mother and step father arguing. I could barely hear them but I may have caught onto some of the words they were saying
"Sell her" my father said through gritted teeth as he harshly held my mother by the forearm
This was the first time I had actually witnessed my mother crying
She hasn't cried for over 4 years now and this was the first so it crushed me
He wants to sell me? Like to someone's else who would do lord knows what to me?
How could she do this. why would she let that happen she can't let that happen to me I know that she doesn't love me in any way but she has to at least realize that the plan is idiotic I mean se must at least have a bit of sanity as to what is going on instead of being trapped up in his ridiculous spell that he has possessed her in.
"Fine" was all she said as a tear strum down her pale white face, I dropped the broom from my hand as I ran up to my very tiny room and piled onto my the very unsatisfying mattress I call my "bed"
I pulled my knees up so it was lying on my chest as I put my face in between and quietly sobbed
I. Tied for what seemed to be an hour or more and I couldn't help it but my eyelids were failing to keep open so I practically dosed off
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